it takes me approximately twenty-seven years to unwind a string of lights.
the lot of a baby is to spend ten minutes trying to get hold of a plastic bag, then having it taken away a second after you manage it.
if Henry’s that keen to wear sparkly baubles as earrings, he might be spending a little too much time with me.
we really should go in for family ballroom dancing. A glorious career awaits.
Hen saves his very best dance moves for when the lights are off.
For all those who wish to watch 2012’s Christmas Tree video and cry about how much bigger Henry got in a year (*coughs, raises hand*), you can find it here.
Happy December! Now the season’s really started.
I don’t usually do posts like this – interior decor being the evil shimmery Kryptonite of my nightmares, if you want to get metaphorical about it – but I’m a little bit obsessed. And it’s good to share your obsessions, I hear. It dilutes them or something.
Here’s what I discovered yesterday, thanks to some marvellous people on Twitter: themodernbaby.co.uk. Not only is it UK-based, for once, but it’s all so b-e-a-u-t-i-f-u-l I could cry. You can click on the link below and find the details for the individual pieces, if so inclined. (Now I’ve said ‘pieces’ when I mean ‘cushions and stuff’, I must immediately go put my head in a bucket of water. I hate that. It’s only acceptable if you’re a curator in a museum. If not, check whether you’re wearing leather leggings and three pairs of sunglasses indoors. You can admit it, it’s ok.)
Elephants and bears and slightly sad pear prints, oh my. Don’t you just want it ALL?
Of course I technically don’t have a nursery at the moment – and stuffing poor Sarah’s room with yet more baby stuff wouldn’t be very nice for her – but I do wonder how she feels about sad pears.
Believe it or not, this isn’t a sponsored post. I just love it so much it makes my heart hurt.